A breath of fresh air A beaming ray of sunshine through the trees You’re the warm sand between my toes And you’re…
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girlhood. girlhood is lace-trimmed dresses and painting your nails red it’s sneaking into your mother’s room when you’re five to try on…
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with humbling intent, a tender, sweet ascent, scaling the moon and it’s light will make their nightly presence though adhering to…
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In hues of amber, crimson, and gold, The season of enchantment unfolds. As summer wanes, and twilight calls, Behold the beauty of…
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In the blink of an eye, the years fly by, Like fleeting stars that dot the sky, Time rushes forth, a river’s…
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I acquired some spirit of misanthropy –misunderstanding Monotony and glum of Mississauga Spell it out for me, baby– I couldn’t Red-dot bugs…